While Raven was demonstrating just now, Ronan had noticed something: throughout the entire process, Raven had only used that initial force, giving the "Initial Draft" a push. After that, everything had proceeded according to the "preset program," with no other intervention whatsoever.
His sense of "awkwardness" came from this. He had misunderstood earlier—Raven had not turned her observations into images and then demonstrated them. She had merely wanted to show him what had just happened.
More precisely, there had never been any "observation results."
The closest set of nodes on the "star map" formed from the monitoring data, corresponding to Raven's "draft," had only just reached the first one-twentieth of the way ahead.
If it had not happened yet, how could there be any observations?
In other words, this was a prediction—a prediction of how part of the Radiation Zone within the Mist Labyrinth would develop and evolve over the coming period.
Ronan turned his gaze toward the "Lens Nebula," sensing the astronomical quantity of data represented by every instant within it. Then he considered the computational load required for the dissipation and convergence of every detail, and fell silent for a moment.
Of course, this was only a guess. As for whether it was true, it was naturally faster to ask Raven:
"Raven, is this the result you predicted?"
Raven thought for a moment before answering, "Saw some."
"Saw..."
Ronan suddenly did not know how to continue.
Raven rarely used rhetorical devices when she spoke. Descriptions and metaphors generally never left her mouth.
So when she said "saw," did she mean she had truly seen it?
A month ago, Ronan would have found it hard to think in that direction. But during this period, the incredible sensory mode brought about by Magneto-Optical Mica had gradually changed his way of